When I started this blog, when I took over this blog, I wanted to take back what was stolen from me by that imposter, the bastard who stole everything I’d written and claimed it as his own.
Since that day, I’ve been plagued by ghost from my past, dreams bathed in nightmares.
Slowly my sanity has broken, my life has collapsed and everything I thought was true, became twisted in lies and works of fiction.
The man from the white room, he came to me again, he said he had a gift, a story, one written just for me. He handed me a folder, smiling broadly.
I asked what it was about, he laughed, and said it was about me, it was my story, all of it from the beginning to the end, if I wanted to be free of all this, if I wanted to live, I needed to understand my role, why I was so important to him, the one in the shadows, and how I could change the story to my advantage.
I felt my skin crawl, and then, he was gone, I was alone, normally I would’ve said it was a dream, another piece of my sanity slipping, but, I have the folder, I just don’t know if I have to courage to open it.